Ghoultown Drink With The Living Dead

I was sittin in The Thirsty Devil one sheet hung to the wind when the bat wings doors creaked open and a stranger sauntered in he moved his head from side to side and glared with a sunken eye I heard the spin of a rusty spur as he shook off the dreary night he lowered his hat, checked his gun and headed toward the bar walked on up beside me I knew he’d traveled far in a voice as thick as mud he looked to the ’keep and said... “one shot of whiskey for myself and one for my new friend“